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She began a slow count. One, two, three— You arrogant, self-satisfied little— Four, five, six— And you stupid, stupid woman, stupid for caring, stupid for thinking that he cared— Seven, eight, nine— He’s flailing now, better let him up I suppose, and make a joke, make a joke of it— Ten,
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